Wizard: I'm leveling up by AFK in another world

"The dawn is shining over there."

"I hope to offer more than just indifference..."

Listening to the girl's unconscious murmurs in front of him, Elian's heart seemed to travel a thousand miles away.

On a clear summer night atop the World Tree's canopy, those white robes scattered among the leaves...

Everything he loved and swore to protect kept appearing and disappearing before his eyes, overlapping with the familiar shadows of the trees.

They were traversing the dense forest, searching for the magical anomalies in Ella's memories.

The Silver Moon Tree blocked her exploration that time, and the new sapling is likely there.

Her memory is accurate.

The concentration of magic in the air was constantly rising, and every breath made people feel refreshed, as if their souls had been cleansed.

"I remember it being just ahead." Ella stopped in her tracks.

Elian nodded. The magical concentration here had reached a critical point; even if it wasn't that new sapling ahead, it should be the location of the Heart of the Forest.

The two pushed aside the thick, hanging vines in front of them and walked out of the dense forest side by side.

The sight before them left the two of them stunned.

The azure pool reflects the surrounding cliffs and forests, while the waterfall cascades down from a hundred-meter-high cliff, creating thousands of layers of white waves and producing a melodious roar like heavenly music.

A stream flows from the pool, its banks lined with wildflowers and white deer.

They did not hide when they saw the two intruders; they merely looked at them curiously for a moment before lowering their heads to drink.

In the center of this beautiful embrace, a small tree, no more than three meters tall, stands quietly.

As if welcoming the two, the sparse silver leaves on the tree collided with each other in the wind, making a soft, bell-like sound.

"So beautiful..."

Elian stared intently at the sapling, feeling his eyes well up with tears.

Ella was also stunned.

As a preparatory paladin for the church, she participated in the offering ceremony of the newborn Silver Moon Tree.

But I've never seen a sapling grow in such a place.

Could it really be the new World Tree?

"Your Highness Elion, is it truly the last hope of the elves?" she whispered.

"I think so." Elian took a deep breath. "Let's go take a look."

The two walked upstream along the stream, through fragrant flower bushes, where white deer drinking water cast their gazes.

When he was about ten meters away from the sapling, Elian stopped and solemnly knelt down on both knees.

Ella followed closely behind, kneeling in worship with the same devotion.

"Thank you...in this desperate moment..."

A gentle breeze was blowing.

"Prince Elion, there's no reaction," Ella whispered. "Could it not have heard us?"

Although she was very moved, she had never performed these rituals since being chosen by the church, as they were much more difficult to learn than scimitars and bows and arrows.

"No, it heard it."

Elian stood up, his face full of determination.

"Ella, the Silvermoon Sapling needs time to grow. We must find a way to gather the scattered elven warriors to protect this forest."

"The evil god that those wizards served disappeared along with the Father God and has not been seen since."

"Although there seem to be a few powerful subordinate gods, they must have been seriously injured in the previous divine war and dare not make a move easily."

"God has bought us precious time; we still have a chance!"

"For tens of thousands of years, the Silver Tree Elves enjoyed a long period of peace, which caused many of their people to lose the original qualities of elves."

"Now, fate has given us a chance to start over!"

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Walking on the black basalt surrounding the "Raging" volcano, you can vaguely see the magma flowing deep underground through those bottomless cracks.

The air was thick with the smell of sulfur and pungent toxic fumes; every breath felt like swallowing burning blades that scorched the trachea and alveoli.

Grayish-white volcanic ash, like the ceaseless snow in winter, drifted down from the dark red sky.

They fell onto the robes and hoods of the wizard apprentices, accumulating into a thick layer of ash.

Claire, as the team's only potion master, was closely protected in the center.

Before setting off, he diluted the calming and soul-soothing agent based on data provided by the command center and distributed it to everyone while ensuring that it could neutralize the "blood flame".

However, it seems that once inside the volcano, the diluted calming and soul-soothing potion may not be enough.

"Claire, I feel like it's getting hotter and hotter..." Rhodes, who was walking beside her, wiped the sweat from his forehead, his red hair lying limply on his head.

"Stop talking nonsense. I'm just a mid-level apprentice. The potion's effectiveness is limited. Don't say things like that," Claire said in a low voice.

The three team leaders also walked in the middle of the group, each busy with their own tasks.

Isabella walked on in silence, Silva tried to strike up a conversation but failed repeatedly, while Garrett had a gloomy face, like a powder keg ready to explode at any moment.

Simon led the group. Although he usually seemed carefree and irresponsible, he displayed exceptional professionalism when carrying out reconnaissance missions.

He tapped his staff on the ground from time to time, and circles of barely perceptible yellowish-brown ripples spread outwards, probing the terrain ahead and any potential traps.

The group marched on in silence for a long time in this strange atmosphere.

"Stop," Simon suddenly messaged.

Everyone stopped, using their wizarding abilities to look ahead in the direction Simon was looking.

About two kilometers ahead, the terrain suddenly dipped down, creating a huge crater.

A rough plank road can be seen at the edge of the pit, leading down into the dark cave entrance.

At the entrance to the walkway on the ground, two stone pillars carved with totems stand upright, their tops burning with eerie green flames, appearing particularly strange in the dim volcanic ash.

"It seems this is our mission destination. The intelligence was correct; there are indeed traces of orc activity."

Simon waved his staff, sharing the information he had gleaned using earth-touch magic.

At the bottom of the pit, on the open ground, stood a large orc army.

These orcs were completely different from the wolf riders Claire had encountered before.

They are taller and more robust, with skin that has a dark golden sheen, and intricate totem patterns painted on their bare chests and arms.

"They're the Golden Beastmen," Simon said. "Judging from their armbands, they should be the royal guards. There's a high probability that there are some level one, so-called Saint-level experts here. Try not to get into a conflict with them."

"With such an elite army stationed here, could it be that we've found the right place?"

"I think so...wait, what's that?"

With a gasp from one of them, all eyes turned to a corner of the orc camp.

Several iron prison carts pulled by dire wolves were parked there, their cages flashing with magic-suppressing runes.

Inside the prison cart were more than a dozen wizard apprentices!

Several orc guards were patrolling outside the prison cart with barbed whips, occasionally sneering as they lashed the already numb wizard apprentices with their whips.

"These beasts!" someone cursed.

"What are they doing capturing so many prisoners?" Many people were more concerned about another question.

"Aren't you all wizards? Why would you need to ask what we want to do with them alive?" Sylva sneered. "Either we're going to perform a blood sacrifice, or some other similar stunt."

"Looks like we've come to the right place," Garrett whistled. "Should we go for it, Captain Isabella?"

All eyes were on the blue-haired witch.

She didn't answer immediately; her icy eyes gazed silently into the distance.

"No saving them."

Garrett shrugged, while Silva remained expressionless.

Although everyone is compatriots, in the perilous conquest of another world, combat teams with different missions have no obligation to help each other.

The enemy forces here are unknown, and there is a high possibility that there are Saint-level powerhouses who can overwhelm everyone.

To rush into a rescue would be unwise.

"Let's retreat then..."

"No! Wait..."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

Garrett, who had been acting nonchalant, suddenly changed his expression and began to tremble.

"Garret? What's wrong with you?" Silva frowned.

"Luke...that's Luke..."

Garrett's lips trembled, and he managed to squeeze out a few broken syllables through his teeth.

He turned his head sharply and stared intently at Isabella.

"We must save them! Launch the attack now!"